Poverty, Pain, and Death

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Even though we are dying in mass, We pray to Allah to pass this dark hour,, The whole situation is sour, Perplexed by the violence in the north, I sit down and think, What’s gonna come forth, The whole country is now a warfront, We still have to survive the hunt, We all have the skills to perform the survival stunt, We got move on and be blunt, All we want, Is what belongs to us, Its not a curse, that the people turn, Weapons smugglers, Gun runners, armed to the teeth, We can’t even stand on our feet, All we do is retreat, time to stand up to defeat, The enemies fleet, And so I take a seat, Compose my lyrics and rhymes, And blend it with the beat, And talk about ,the heat, That our people, Face on the street, I ma speak ma mind, Before I’m dead gone and buried, To be forgotten, Never to be remembered, like the dead victims discovered, And dismembered, With a machete, Or a bomb blast, The die is cast, Now we have to think fast, Or this shit gun last, Longer than expected, Look into the past, We didn’t expect it, That we”ll be disrespected, our opinions and ideas rejected, Subjected to poverty and pain, Its about the money and the fame, Speak up, They’ll diagnose you ,that you’re insane, Blood washed down the drain, From the rain, Washing up the blood stain, This is not a game, you can toy with Or you can flush down the toilet, We know we have guns pointed, From all directions, which can be avoided, But Evil men anointed With blood, Don’t care to see us in grief and sorrow, We pray for a better tomorrow, And this dark moment to be brief,

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James Ezekiel

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1 year ago

Verify paniel

4 months ago

are you going to get your blue check

Porkchop99e9

2 months ago

Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥

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